Please Give Me Some Bagginshield Requests

The shire is warm for most of ther year and when it’s cold is doesn’t drop far below seven degrees

Erebor is fucking cold. Temps drop to around minus fifteen.

Bilbo is not build for these conditions and nearly gets frost bite in the tips of his ears and his toes and Thorin panics and makes him little fur lined leather boots that are soft and flexible but still provide enough warmth to stop his toes falling off.

Bilbo also has to wear a hat and ties his hair back as it grows so he doesn’t realize how much his hair has grown by spring and when he takes the hat off Thorin is gawking

I have soup to share with some people.. I promised to share it …but I don’t want to… I worked so hard on it and it’s so good…

This pumpkin soup makes me understand Thorin I swear

The fact that he would have been raised with fili and kili there constantly dragging him away on misadventures would have shaped him into a full blown menace, a fourth headache for Bilbo to run around after.

More Dwobbit Frodo concept art! I literally cant stop drawing him someone please send help 😭 I really missed this style after mostly drawing fully rendered art on digital, smooth lineart forever in my heart. Drawing this guy makes my style so inconsistent its wild lmfao. If you guys have any ideas or headcannons feel free to share them!

The last three were ideas given to me on discord by @belalubroski and @shujinkomononobe !

Headcanon that dwarves(tolkein) sunburn, badly. Because dwarves evolved with little sun exposure, And hobbits, mostly farming race, tan beautifully.

Bilbo: beautiful brown tan

The company: pink like raw chicken

Also:

Fili and Kili leaving Ered Luin for the first time:

Uncle why am i peeling

A drawing of Thorin that baby Dis got ahold of and added some important details that the artist left out (sorry Dis)

Thorin carving wooden toys and Bilbo painting them and they give them out to all the children that migrate to Erebor with their families:

There isn’t actually as much to do as one would think. Winter settled in hard and fast and with heat restored and water running there wasn’t much that could be done by Bilbo or Thorin personally as much as it drove them both crazy.

One night by the fire Thorin eyes up a small chunk of fire wood, grabbing it and taking a leather roll from inside a drawer of his writing desk containing some knives and files. He starts to whittle away at the wood. Bilbo grimaces at the mess it’s making but suddenly all those shavings bring something to mind

After the last snow of the season has passed families will be arriving in Erebor. Many of whom had to leave most of their belongings behind and many of those families will have children who will be scared and exhausted and missing their old homes not yet understanding what a haven Erebor is.

“Say… how many of those do you think you could make in a day” Bilbo hummed thoughtful

This feels so wrong… GANDALF? Followed by.. Legolas… okay maybe I am just strange and off putting…that’s fine. You know what? I’ll take it

Salad is born of violence

A proper salad consists of three divine components:

ingredience (vegitable of all kin)

indulgence (dressing, oil, salt, croutons, cheese, etc)

violence (chopp and shred that shit asunder)

I quit vaping because I started to keep like Gollum. Now it just sits inside my dresser and sometimes I look at it.

😔

Me, addicted to my phone: this is what Frodo felt like

Something AI artists don’t understand is there is no beauty without growth.

Mountains aren’t beautiful before they’re big rocks

They’re beautiful because we know they are ever growing every changing monuments to the passage of time. The fact that at one point these massive things were not there is where the magic lives

Trees aren’t beautiful because they’re green

They’re beautiful because an acorn turned into a tree a few hundred years ago and now it’s here, ever growing larger and older and wiser.

The sky is not beautiful before it’s blue

It’s beautiful before it will never look like it does right now ever again, because every single sun set is different. Before no two clouds are the same.

Growth and change are art. You are art.